florbexter:

So I guess this turned into more of a Jealous!Can moment than anything else and the prompt gives more of a pre-relationship vibe but I’m on my established relationship wave atm so you have to bear with me and forgive me 🙂 Nevertheless I hope you enjoy it anon ❤

TinCan Ficlet

There had been a lack of kissing the last couple of days. Can was no one to count but he kind of did. Since he discovered the joy of kissing he had made sure to met his daily make-out quota with Tin, mostly because he felt like floating on cloud nine afterwards. His whole body hummend and he felt energized and alert in a whole different way than before. But for four days in a row their schedule hadn’t matched as it had before and Can felt that.

Did he miss other aspects of Tin? Sure. But their kisses made him feel connected to Tin in a way he couldn’t explain. The moment their lips met his mind was like ‘Oh yes, good, this is it.’.

He sighed and pushed his stuff inside his bag. Whatever the lecture had been about he had no idea. He had played with his phone the whole time, but no message from Tin about meeting for lunch or suggesting they drive home together later. He had the urge to repeat his jealousy call but this time ranting about Tin not fulfilling his part of their relationship. He was responsible for Can’s wellbeing, wasn’t he?

He wasn’t allowed to kiss other people, and he wasn’t allowed to neglect him like this…

“Are… you… going… to… sit… here… forever?”

Can looked up to Good with a pout.

“Ai Good!!” Can let himself fall against Good. “Life is so unfair!”

“Oh…” Good patted him on the head like he was a sad puppy and Can sighed again. Tin did the same when he whined. It was mostly followed by a full-body hug. Can missed them, too.

“It’s not the same,” he mumbled and stood up.

Good just looked at him in confusion but Can already dragged him out of the lecture hall. He needed something to eat if he wanted to hunt Tin down and demand something silly like his daily dose of mouth-to-mouth action. Even in his head it sounded ridiculous and he was used to his own thought processes.

Nevertheless he found himself in front of the IC building when his last lecture had ended. He swayed back and forth on his heels and suppressed the urge to storm the building by force. Tin was in there somewhere and he better had an explanation why there was no text from him for the last couple of hours.

Tin emerged from the building with his phone in his hand. Busted, Can thought. His feet carried him towards Tin fueled by his indignation.

“Hey,” he said when he arrived in Tin’s space and was derailed for a moment because Tin looked up and smiled at him. He even took a step forward so that Can had to raise his head to look up at him. Assholes who ignored their boyfriends didn’t smile when confronted, right?

Can eyes fell to Tin’s lips but he shook his head because he was angry!

“Hey… you have some free time?”

“Free time my ass,” Can said and waved his finger in front of Tin’s face. “You know exactly when I have time for a lunch break and when my lectures are over! I already told you that you’re not allowed to be with someone else, while you’re with me. Who is it? Did you have lunch with Ai Pete? No, Ae already told me he would meet him today, so! Confess!”

Tin had been silent the whole time and while Can huffed because he had spoke himself in a bit of an adrenaline rush Tin just raised an eyebrow.

Oh, something in Can said. The eyebrow. It was a sign that Tin was either going to be extra sarcastic or that he was going to say something dirty to Can.

Instead, Tin raised his phone and showed Can the display. It was their chat.

“I know what I wrote you yesterday,” he said and crossed his arms. Tin added a smirk to his raised eyebrow and moved the chat process down with his finger.

“You sent me your schedule, you whined about the heavy workload you’ll have to do and why they would insist on football and cheering practice when everyone is so busy.”

Can blinked and opened his mouth. He closed it a moment later.

He squinted at the file he had sent Tin and yes… it was written there in cold print.

“My schedule changed this week,” he murmured and let his arms fall to his side. “It’s not my fault! You always text me at least five times in the morning! How was I supposed to know that all of a sudden you are concerned of disturbing me?!”

“So you like my good morning texts?”
“This is not what this is about!”
“But you admit that you were jealous of some imaginary person I had lunch with.”

Can stomped his feet.

“Shut up and kiss me already!”, Can yelled. He was as surprised as Tin by his outburst and for a few tense seconds they just stared at each other. Tin was the one who moved first. He put his phone in his pocket and leaned forward. He pressed a kiss to Can’s cheek and Can rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean,” he murmured against Tin’s ear and put his arms around Tin’s neck to stop him from moving too far away. He felt the smirk against his cheek and sighed in annoyance as Tin just moved slowly from his cheek to his mouth while he showered his skin in soft butterfly kisses.

Tin laid his hand against his neck, and goosebumps broke out over Can’s body. Finally, Tin kissed him. He felt his breath and as always was surprised of how soft Tin’s lips felt and how a kiss could reaffirm everything.

‘Oh yes, good, this is it.’